Hatteras Calling

Southeast, and storm, and every weather vane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the rain howls at the flues and windows to get in, the golden rooster claps his golden wings and from the Baptist Chapel shrieks no more, the golden arrow in the southeast sings and hears on the roof the Atlantic Ocean roar. Waves among wires, sea scudding over poles,